difference be seen in her manner to her father, unless indeed she was a
little more tender and loving. The farm servants, who, if they had not
been at the Sciet, had yet heard the tale of disgrace, were unanimous
in their endeavours to comfort the old mishteer whom they loved with so
much loyalty.

"Pwr fellow bâch!" they said to each other, "'twas for his son after
all, and if he had kept it to himself nobody would have known anything
about it!"

He alone was altered, going about with a saddened mien and gentler
voice than of old, and apparently finding his chief solace in the
company of his little grandson, who followed him about as closely and
untiringly as Tudor did.

"Ah, we are brave companions, aren't we, Gwil?" he would sometimes ask
with a tremble in his voice.

"Odin (Yes, we are)," said the child.

"And thou lov'st thine old grandfather with all thine heart, eh?"

"Odw (Yes, I do!)," said the child, impatient to be gone.

They were sitting under the elder tree in the farmyard.

"Stop a minute," said the old man, in a husky, anxious voice, "if da-cu
(grandfather) had done anything wrong, wouldst love him still the same?"

"Oh, more!" said the boy, "because then we'd be two naughty boys!"